Is that the flickering tease of butterflies stirring deep within,
An exciting tenuous feeling
Of hope not built on whim?
From whence it came, for why unsure,
Quickening heartbeats with knocks on doors.
Doors of perception opening wider for
Welcoming return of prodigal stranger.
Abandoned absent child of woe,
Lost amidst lifes pathways, unsure which way to go.
Behavioural maps never before drawn,
Obscured signs and signals twisted and torn.
Clarity of love brings forth luxuries of peace,
Knowledge and calm, sweet safe justice.
New found self, repairs on board,
Considerate strangers taking time to care,
Bridgeways of trust forming here and their,
Oh prodigal child of mine,
Maturity of emotions hence soon be thine.